#female Harry Potter

[severus-simp]

Peace & Overjoyed and Overwhelmed

(Chapter 8 of Notice by SeverusSimp on AO3)

A nice Snape Snuggle moment 💚

The fic for today is Chapter 8 of my Snarriet fic 'Notice' titled Overjoyed and Overwhelmed. It's definitely angsty and smutty yet again but I swear I squeezed in some plot, promise 💚 if you're curious the link is in the title up top and here.

[kibermonakh]

the chosen one wasn't born a girl only because it would be too ez to beat the dark lord

[bonniesfamiliar]

DIMENSION TRAVEL STORY IDEA: Summary: Harriet "Harry" James Potter has travelled to an alternate dimension during a spell gone wrong (Kreacher's actually responsible cuz he cares about Harry since she's the Lady of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black) Harriet knows it's an alternate dimension cuz she finds a newspaper stand and lo and behold, who's on the front cover? Tom. Fucking. Riddle. But not the ugly Voldemort Tom Riddle she killed. No this is young Tom Riddle who grew up FINE AS HELL.

And he's on the front page cuz he's The Minister of Magic and guess what he's talking about.

Dumbledore.

He's talking about Dumbledore.

And not manipulative gramps Dumbledore whose beard is longer than my hair.

No.

We're talking about this one

You know why he's talking about this Dumbledore?

Because Albus. Percival. Fucking. Dumbledore decided to become the epitome of "Be Gay, Do Crime," with Gellert Grindelwald, his husband.

DUMBLEDORE IS A DARK LORD WITH HIS HUBBY

So Harriet is obviously freaking out and does the right thing.

She goes to a pub and drinks her sorrows away in Scottish Whiskey, (Thank you, Minny)

But Harry never makes reasonable decisions so when she finds a quill and paper, guess what she does.

She writes to Misinter Riddle.

But the drama doesn't end there.

Whenever Harriet does anything, whether she writes or talks about Tom Riddle, she doesn't speak in English.

She talks in Pareseltongue.

(Cuz she and tom are the only Parselmouths. I think.)

So Parseltongue.

Harriet writes in parseltongue to the Minister of Fucking Magic on his wrongdoings in her universe.

The letter literally looks like this:

ssss ssss sssssssss ss ssssss s sss ssssssss ssssss sss sss ss ssss ssssssss ssssssss ssss ssssss sssssss ss ss sssssssss and that transcribes to 

"Dear Lord Voldemort, or should I say Minister Riddle, you are an ugly noseless hairless evil snakey bastard in my dimension,"

and cuz she's spiteful, she signs it off with "You-Know-Who"

But the thing is Harriet never mentioned her name or who her parents were.

So when Minister Riddle receives this letter, he freaks out and then does everything he can to find this person.

Not to kill them.

But to woo them.

This kind, thoughtful person has travelled from another dimension just to stop him from becoming evil.

AND THEY'RE A PARSELMOUTH.'

THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY HIS SNAKE MATE. (cuz he killed all of the Gaunts and Riddles so they're not family)

You can bet ur ass he was squealing to Nagini at the thought of having another Parselmouth in the world with him.

He's obsessed.

(He's not tom riddle if he doesn't have possessive issues and his jealousy issues are just as bad.🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩)

Like it's not a want.

It's a need.

He needs the writer of this letter to be with him forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and-

You probably get the idea.

Anyway, 1 year goes by.

Tom Riddle: I MUST FIND THIS PERSON AND MAKE THEM MINE

Harriet Potter: *forgets about even writing the letter* 

Tom is growing more obsessed as the days go by and then he meets a woman at a charity ball held for idk an organisation for potieneers? Potion Masters?

She's chatting up with Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger cuz she's been working with them cuz they remind her of Hermione and she needed a job.

Anyway, he approaches the couple in hopes of talking to them and Harriet sees Minister Riddle approaching and quickly moves away to head to the drinks table.

And then lets out a breath of relief when she realises he wasn't heading for her.

She schmoozes for a few more minutes before calling it quits and heading out for fresh air.

The party is at the Dagworth-Granger's manor so she goes out to the gardens.

And hears a cry for help.

Her Gryffindor instincts push her to run towards the sound of danger.

But her Slytherin side made her hide behind the wall from where the cry of help had come from.

It was a witch being harassed by two wizards.

One of the wizards was holding her wand, taunting her.

While the other had begun to take off her outfit.

Before it could go any further, she brought the men's attention to her and with a flick of her wrist, Harriet had the men on their knees.

She then walked over to the one holding the witch's wand and grabbed it out of his hand, accidentally snapping his wrist in the process.

She gave the witch her wand back and accepted the shaky hug she received.

Harriet waited until the witch was out of sight before she turned to the men and smiled, watching as their faces fell into horror as they saw the fangs in her mouth.

(I'm in love with the prompt by a post on tumblr where  Basilisk!Harry is hugging Kneazle!Hermione and Dragon!Ron also wants his cuddles. I can't find the person who made it but I've lived by the idea that these would be their animagus forms if they ever performed the spell like James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew had done to become illegal animagi for Remus Lupin)

Harriet rips into their throats, feeds on them and then turns their bodies into ash with the fiendryfire spell.

She grabbed a mirror from her purse to erase the blood from her face and clothes and began to walk away lest anyone come looking for the wizards.

But, Harriet suddenly slammed into what felt like a wall.

A very warm wall.

Regaining her bearings, Harriet looked up to notice that the "wall" was MINISTER RIDDLE.

AND HE WAS HOLDING HER ARMS.

"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She said pasting a smile on her face.

Shift of POV:

Minister Riddle internally sighed at being stuck in another ball instead of being at home, analysing the letter once again.

He was certain it was a woman who sent it as there was a red lipstick kiss on the paper after it was signed sss-ssss-sss (You-Know-Who)

His thoughts are cut off when Lady Dagworth-Granger asks her husband where Harriet is.

Who is Harriet? he muses but when Lord Dagworth-Granger offers to look in the gardens, Tom leaps at the chance to run away from the party.

He goes into the gardens aimlessly walking around for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts of his mysterious parselmouth when a witch comes out of nowhere and collides with him.

He uprighted her by placing his hands on her arms and looked on curiously as she seemed to freeze in place when she looked up to see that it was he she bumped into.

Tom Riddle is the one to freeze when she speaks.

"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She says an innocent smile on her face as if she had no idea his whole world had just flipped on its axis.

Parseltongue.

She's speaking in parseltongue.

She's his parselmouth.

The one from another dimension.

But he had to clarify so he replies honestly for the first time in his life, in parseltongue, "I've been looking for you," 

"Searching for me? Whatever for?"

A boyish smile widens on his face before he forces it into a polite smile.

"The Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger have been searching for you, Miss Harriet I believe you are?" He reverts to English to test if she notices the change but she doesn't.

She just replies in English, "Ah, I see. I disappeared for too long with my break from the stuffiness of the ball and yes, I am Harriet."

Harriet, he muses in his mind, no last name to give for me.

She extends her gloved hand for him to shake but Tom riddle reaches for both of her hands and turns them over to kiss them gently and forces himself not to give into the urge of nuzzling into her hands (well not yet at least) and without letting them go, he straightens to his full height to tower over her (giving him a thrill at knowing she was shorter, meaning he could easily pick her up and carry her, be it over his shoulders or bridal style) and replies, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Harriet. No last name?"

(Harriet has been wearing gloves cuz of the 'I must not tell lies' scars that cover her hands.)

Harriet smiles teasingly towards him and his cold heart thaws ever so, "I couldn't decide on a last name and I've decided I like the mysterious aura it gives me,"

Or maybe she couldn't risk using her real last name because she was from a different dimension, Tom muses in his mind, Nevertheless, Harriet Riddle has a lovely ring to it.

Harriet Potter: *staring confused at Tom Riddle as he smiles down at her

Tom Riddle: *Winter would be a lovely time to get married, wouldn't it?

I'm stopping here cuz it's a summary, not a story. Yes, I'm Evil.

Tell me if you like it tho.

I was this close *makes an inch between her fingers* to making this a Soulmate AU story.

Think of the angst that Harriet would go through all her life knowing that her soulmate's words to her are:  I've been looking for you

And it's an alternate hotter version of Tom Riddle, AKA THE BAD GUY WHO MURDERED HER PARENTS 

And think of how Harriet's words had motivated Tom his entire life to do his best to work hard (and cheat death) to live long enough for his soulmate to see him one day at a place be it a library or a gala or a hallway and ask him: Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?

Huh.

Maybe I should make them soulmates.

I need a timeline. fuck.

Um.

Riddle was educated at Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945, and was sorted into Slytherin House, a nod to his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.

Making Tom 34 cuz 1927 is the year Tom was born in if he went to Hogwarts in 1938 which would make him 11 in 1938 and 38-11 is 27 so 1927 is when he was born.

61-27=34 so Harriet is in 1961 but cuz of the time skip tom is 35 years old in 1962

Harriet was born in 1980 

The Second War technically began on 24 June, 1995, though was not officially announced by the Ministry until nearly a year later on 17 June, 1996, and ended on 2 May, 1998, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the death of the Dark Lord.

Which made Harriet 18 in 1998, 24 in 2004, 24 in 1961 and 25 in 1962

 but she deserves peace so the year Kreacher sent her back was 2004 which would make her 24 cuz he's horrified that she hasn't attempted to romance anyone since Cedric Diggory.

Tbh, if he was my bf I would never love again.

But then hubby "I would burn the world down for you and rebuild a new one from its ashes" tom riddle is here and I'm like Cedric who?

But none of them compare to (long list of titles, I'll research later.) Harriet James Potter.

[kippipies]

back on my fem tomarry nonsense (i never left)

some sort of non-magic 90s au because i've been listening to this song on repeat

[chiocchi]

Gal pals *wink wink*

Inspired by Remember When We Ruined by @mosiva

[racfoam]

Yesterday I made many nynn memes joking around with @loneamaryllis so I shall share some of them here:

[lepsikk]

girls!

[awyeahitssam]

Harry is seven when she writes a story about a man who made humans into piñatas, carefully stuffing them full of candy and sewing them together. 

Extremely disturbing, her English teacher writes on it in pretty, swirling letters. Excellent work. 

Harry keeps it under a floorboard in her cupboard, and while she always finds a moment to frown at her poor spelling when she pulls it out, the praise ignites something warm in her each time. 

Excellent work. It's the first time anybody has ever said that to Harry. She's determined that it won't be the last. 

Harry likes to write. English is the only class she allows herself to do well in, because her other scarcely passing grades will balance on the report. She writes fantastical things, horrific things that she does not yet identify as horrific, hopeful things, depressed things. Harry is trapped in a cupboard with a single school spiral and a thousand ideas, and so she creates. 

She fills half the pages, front and back, before she realises she needs to write smaller. She begins to fit two lines on a space meant for one. Still, the notebook is filled inside of a week.

Harry waits until her maths teacher isn’t looking, and filches one from his desk. It lasts a week and a half.

Harry becomes used to stealing. Once, she’d only done it to keep away that awfully nauseous feeling of not having eaten for too long. Harry finds, now, that she is more hungry to write than she is for food.

Her English teacher continues marking her papers in pretty cursive.

The most morbid thing I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

A chilling masterpiece.

Very good work, Harry. Take pride in the considerable improvement your grammar has seen over the past several months.

Harry hoards every word of praise, and lets it repeat in her mind when Aunt Petunia rants about what an awful, stupid, useless thing she is. Perhaps Aunt Petunia is right that she’s awful—good girls don’t steal—but Harry does not think she is stupid. Mrs Powers thinks her writing is useful, even if nothing else she does is. 

So Aunt Petunia derides her, and as she does Harry begins to make a game of overwriting the words as they’re spoken with Mrs Power’s praise. After a while her shoulder’s stop creeping up around her ears when she is told off, though the one time she accidentally smiles, she’s dragged by her hair and thrown into the cupboard for her disrespect. After that, she still plays her game, but is careful not to let anything show on her face.

She watches people closely at school now, trying to work them out instead of trying to avoid all notice. Harry observes their interactions, and sometimes they’re friendly, sometimes unhappy, and sometimes there is conflict, which is a very important writing device. 

Jasmine and Edgar are the most popular kids in her class. Edgar, though, is very unhappy to share a birthday-week with Jasmine, and very unhappy that they both to have parties on the same day, Saturday. 

Edgar has never liked Jasmine. It takes Harry a lot of watching the boy to figure out that it is because his father sneers at people with dark skin, and he mimics his father whenever he can. 

Jasmine’s skin is the same colour as Harry’s except she is pretty, and nice, and everything Harry is not. She is also hurt by Edgar’s behaviour—Harry can not even imagine being hurt by such mild insults—and Harry finds a fascination in how that hurt seems to change her.

When Jasmine starts crying after three days of Edgar being mean to her, her tears are nothing like Dudley’s. Her sobs are genuine and trembling. It hurts something in Harry’s chest to see her so sad, and she understands the way people try to soothe her upset. 

The boys do not like to see a very nice little girl like Jasmine cry, and even some of Edgar’s best friends go to comfort her. Most of the girls do not like that Edgar has been mean to Jasmine when she is always nice to everyone, and they make it known in strange ways. Some yell at him in high-pitched voices, some ignore him completely, and some cross their arms and stare at him with narrow eyes. 

Harry watches Jasmine, and she sees the girl looking around with wide, red-rimmed eyes, realising the way her crying has garnered sympathy. Then, Harry sees the steely kind of look that enters her eyes. For the rest of the day and then week she works to turn their entire class against Edgar, and Harry thinks the attempts are clumsy at times, and obvious, but she roots for Jasmine anyway.

Everybody except Edgar’s very best friend goes to Jasmine’s birthday party, and Edgar comes to school on Monday quiet. He still does not like Jasmine, and looks at her with mean eyes, but he also seems like he’s been defeated.

Harry wonders if she can ever defeat Dudley like that. 

Throughout the entire week of watching, Harry scribbles out all of the different reactions she notices.

She wants to know more. 

She wants to know how people react in all different scenarios: she’s hungry for it, because she wants to write it, because writing is important.

Words are important.

They can make you feel so bad you want to not exist anymore, or they can make you so happy you feel like you can float out of your skin.

One day, Harry talks to Jasmine, just to see what the girl who seems very, very nice will make of a not-nice girl like Harry, with short, messy hair and too-big clothes. She knows she looks poor (she is poor), and Jasmine’s family has money, but they aren't rich. Harry knows the other girls frown at her sometimes, maybe because they can’t braid hair as short as hers, maybe because she’s weird, maybe because she doesn’t claim to be a tomboy like the other girls that wear shorts and tee-shirts and is so still and so quiet and so ominously watchful.

(She learned the word 'ominous' last week—she likes it a lot. She thinks that’s what her entire existence is: ominous.)

Jasmine is polite to Harry, returns her hello, and gives her a sort of weak smile before hurrying back to her friends. She’s not kind, not exactly, and Harry guesses it’s obvious that she’s a freak, and even very nice girls like Jasmine know it’s better to stay away from such unnatural things. She does not try to say hi again. 

She starts writing about people in her classroom, using different names. Jasmine is her favorite to write about, though Harry calls her Lily, which is Harry’s mum’s name. She makes her bold and a bit more careless than Jasmine is in truth, makes her say what she thinks, and do what she likes, and not care about whether other people like her. 

Harry begins to write about herself, too, a character named Alias that doesn’t let feelings play across her face, even though she feels a lot. She tries to make them friends, but they can’t be.

Alias is self-contained and Lily is too powerful in her own boldness.

She sets them against one another in conflict, instead. Writes how she might react to bold, brash declarations, too-big gestures and careless actions that nonetheless show care. She finds herself snickering into her arm to muffle her amusement at how very outraged Lily is by Alias. They are the opposite of each other. 

Harry wonders, sometimes, if she is that to her mum. Perhaps it would be good to be: after all, her mum was silly enough to marry a man who got into a car drunk and killed them both in a crash. 

The next paper she submits to Mrs Powers gets a new kind of a remark. Excellent characterization.

The blankness Harry pulls around herself falters. She grins down at the paper, blatantly proud in the middle of class.

Mrs Powers hums softly and places a hand gently on her shoulder. Harry’s gaze jerks up in alarm, and Mrs Powers offers her a kind smile that has sharpness underneath, and nods her head in what looks like—like approval.

Warmth blasts through Harry like a firework. 

She’s hungry to write more.

[lilyerida]

TNER/NJE by @laventadorn is my roman empire

i just love them😭

[incarnateangelique]

My biggest personality flaw :

Realizing that I would stan every male protagonist if they were a girl.

(Jon Snow) Joan Snow would have made me sick with how she never felt at home in the place she was

(Harry Potter) Hari Potter would be a sad girl , failure icon, and every adult male figure project their issues onto

(Light Yagami) Lucia Yagami would be a gone girl, girl boss, femcel icon with a God complex and female rage

(Eren Yeager) Eden Yeager; God forbid a girl have goals and homicidal rage and intergenerational trauma.

(Lucerys Velaryon) Lucerys/ Lucerra Velaryon would be a girl trying her best/ dying too soon by male obsession

(Jacaerys Velaryon) Jacaera/ Jaenora Velaryon had potential but never made it.

The author fumbled with them

[glacierberries]

harrymort having kids would be so awkward like what are they gonna name them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[severus-simp]

Study

Day 26 of Snapetober is a peak at Snape's study spot in one of the spiral stairwells. It gets a bit cold so he has his scarf and vest, courtesy of Malfoy from when he graduated and no longer needed the clothes. His mom embroidered his initials on his bag too💚

Day 26 of Hogwarts Kinktober is themed "Orgasm Delay/Denial" and it's unique...okay, they're all unique. I just keep getting weird ideas alright? If you're curious the link is below as usual. Enjoy!

💚 Severus's Every Flavor of Smuts💚

[bonniesfamiliar]

A short scene from my future fic where Fem! Harry Potter is secretly Sally Jackson

Poseidon keeps stroking her hair and asks gently, "What were you like before you became Master of Death, Harriet?" When she replied to his question, Harriet let out a small sigh, yet it sounded as if she was Atlas himself holding up the sky. "Kind," she whispered as if afraid of the shadows in the room stealing this moment of weakness from her, "I used to be kind."

[kippipies]

f!tomarry from Shiver, Lustre, Skin by @monsieurclavier because I am head over heels obsessed

[bybybub]

My take on Female Harry Potter

I really want more female Harry Potter fics. I don’t really like gender benders where they make fem!Harry really like small and delicate. Sure in the books and movies he’s shy but not delicate or soft in an mis characterizing way.

I have a list of things that people should do if they want to do a fem!Harry fic. I've seen a lot of opinions on the internet and some of my own, Feel free to add onto this blog if I missed somethings.

Her name

Don't just feminize the name Harry. He is named after Henry Potter who is his great-grandfather in the books. (It is believed)So make the name more meaningful. But it's understandable that it's easier to find a female name that starts with the letter H.

Some people name her after flowers to match the women in her family (maternal) Lily and Petunia. I've mostly seen her be named Rose which to me seems like a really common name to give to a girl. (Probably because most Mexican women use that name).

Her appearance

I personally like when she looks like her dad, with the black crazy hair and tan skin. I feel like most girls look more like their dad than their mother. But I like the idea where she looks like her mom but people have pointed out that Lily doesn't have ginger hair like the Weasleys', it's more of a deep red since she's a red head with green eyes.

But when sticking to her appearance she's still going to be like him in the books, (Matters what your writing). I have mentioned before that Harry Potter is a pretty guy in a past post so as a female she's going to be a handsome girl. At least that's how I see her. I want more Jock Female Harry Potter.

Mentioning that because of barely being fed as a child she'll still be short and thin in her early years of Hogwarts. She'll later gain weight and have healthy hormones, most likely to get her period around the age of 12-14.

Also love buff and short Harry so, I feel like that should also count for him as a female. Obviously with the training of quiditch and having a much healthier food intake.

Also it has been mentioned in a few parts in the books that Harry gets fed up pretty quickly when people compare him to his parents who he has technically never met. He's always seen as some sort of extension and coping mechanism when others compare him to them in the canon books. So I do wanna leave it up to the other creators how they'll fix that in their own AUs both written and in art form. But being constantly compared to your father more than your mother would probably piss Fem!Harry so damn much.

Round baby face turns into a more sharp and intense resting bitch face.

Romantic Pairing and Friendships

I personally like fics when Harry is like asexual/aromatic and doesn't really liked people in a romantic sense. But I have noticed people making him female just so he can be with a guy. Like ??!?! Just write him to be bisexual or gay for fuck's sake.

But Harry's character both in fics and in the canon books don't revolve over solely relationships. She should have some sort of character and build up to the romantic attraction to whoever you want. But also if you like Hinny, then don't be scared to make that happen. Harry is obviously one of the most bisexual characters I have ever read. So make that happen with girls, like her having a crush on Cedric and Cho, ending up in a relationship with Ginny. Lesbian fem!Harry Potter.

when fics have only Harry being a female and the others are still the same then she'll most liley be closer to Hermione than with Ron. Boys at the age of like 11-15 find girls confusing so they'll probably join teams to argue with Ron when he says stupid shit. I can also see her standing on the sidelines as a third wheel as Hermione and Ron argue again. Again close with the Weasleys, Molly probably tried to pair Rom and FemHarry until it was very clear that they didn't see each other like that. And Ron obviously liked Hermione in a romantic way.

Her abuse

I am going to point out that abuse towards her could probably be either worse or lessened than in the books. She could be abused more because she reminds Petunia of her sister or the fact that she looks much like James than her sister. Probably forced to take more chores because she's a girl and Dudley shouldn't have to do it.

By lessen I mean some people feel more guilt when hitting a girl, mostly out of social norms that hitting females at any age is looked down upon more than males. (Abuse is still abuse no matter what)

Having Snape hate her more because she doesn't look like her and more her father.

Most of the fics that I'm going to recommend do have more abuse than is told in the canon books.

World building

Some of my favorite fics involve world building, involving pureblood marriages, using the fact that as a woman she'll get more marriage offers out of necessity than as her original male self.

Manners and clothing.

The Yule ball, would probably go with Ron as a friend after he failed to ask out Hermione unless Fem!Harry gets a date before that.

Being taught how to be the lady of the house of Potter and Black (or more houses, matters how you write your AU)

Fics with female Harry Potter

The Good War by inwardtransience

High heels and Hippogriffs by NinjaPandaScholar

The lady black by TPNE

I'll catch myself when I fall by lonibal

How (Not) To Date A Gryffindor by Maeglin

These are so far my favorite female Harry Potter fics and most of them aren't the same or are like what I wrote above but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy them. People have different opinions and preferences, I just wanted to add my own and people are more than welcome to add onto this post.

[racfoam]

Harry just shoving in Voldemort’s face how old he is in nynn never gets old. Also, she's a menace. A COMPLETE MENACE.

“Stupid old soulmate... Make your own damn tea...” grumbled Harry. “I did make my tea last time,” called Voldemort from the table. “Shut up and sit!” yelled Harry. “Yes, dear.” “And don't call me dear!” she called, opening the cabinet, hoping to find an expired tea to hopefully poison Voldemort with. Nevermind that it was a dream. “As you wish, darling.” Harry inhaled and exhaled multiple times. Voldemort wasn’t worth it. Harry caught a glance of a box with an illustration of a jasmine flower. She grabbed the box, read its date — not expired, bummer — and was about to put it back when the side effects caught her eye. Harry grinned. Harry started boiling the water. After five minutes, the tea was done. Harry served it, placing the teapot on the table. She wasn’t going to pour it for him. She'd rather die. “Thank you.” said Voldemort. The teapot floated to his cup and tipped over, pouring the tea. “Oh,” said Voldemort. “Jasmine tea.” “Yeah, I decided it was perfect for you. It prevents diabetes.” said Harry smartly. The red eyes gave her an unamused look, peering at her over the teacup.

“Though be careful not to drink too much,” said Harry, smiling sweetly. She tapped him on the shoulder twice, and grinned as she said, “It causes impotence in men.” Voldemort spat out the tea.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of at your age.” said Harry. Voldemort was still coughing and sputtering.

Who said one needed a wand to beat You Know Who? Harry was doing it just fine with a cup of tea and a few sentences. “Pardon?” “It's okay, Voldemort.” she tapped his shoulder again, in sympathy. “If it makes you feel better, I don't love you for the thing between your legs —” “I AM NOT IMPOTENT, HARRIET!” screamed Voldemort shrilly.